Can’t Win Me Back

Amber's eyes reddened as she darted toward the trapdoor in The Millennium, tears streaming down her face.

Remy had let her go.

He actually spared her! Didn't this prove that he was Damien? That his true nature lingered, even if his memories of the past had been lost? Hope and excitement bubbled within her as she ran.

She had to reach Alyssa immediately and share this evidence—this incredible news! Emerging from the trapdoor, Amber navigated the tangled paths among the weeds on the mountain behind The Millennium.

Suddenly, she froze.

Her breath hitched.

Beams of white light shone from all directions, focusing on her.

The cold, unyielding spotlights told her everything—she was surrounded, the target of an ambush.

Amber's heart pounded in her chest.

Cold sweat slicked her palms as her fingers clenched tightly around her dagger.

The veins on the back of her hand throbbed with adrenaline.

Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas.

on her,

path to survival was

with determination as she

dagger slashed through the neck of the nearest assassin, a

moved with desperate precision, aiming

the man,

ground,

seized the opening, surging ahead

very well

her survival—it was about delivering the evidence

many more enemies lay in wait, but an

doubted she'd make it

immediately behind her, Amber pulled the

a hole beneath a tree with her dagger and

tree trunk, she then moved to

a

gentle

to speak when

her left arm,

tumbled down the slope,

of the line, Alyssa